Chapter 41: The plan to trace one’s ancestry has begun!

"Is Yan Sheng going to take action?" Jiang Shan stared at the surveillance screen and asked everyone.

"Uh..." Qingxuzi was speechless and couldn't answer.

Normally, even though Zhang Jue, the vanguard, was killed, Ying Zheng was still as powerful as ever and there was no impact at all, so the others would not act rashly.

Or in other words, we should at least unite first.

When asking about Taiping, even Zhang Jiao, who had attained the status of an immortal, knelt down.

These ancestors should have an idea of ​​this.

"Could it be that this restored sage is confident that he can defeat the First Emperor?" Qingxuzi said uncertainly.

"Is this possible? How do Confucian saints compare to true immortals?" Jiang Shan turned to look at Qingxuzi and asked.

"I'm not sure... There are only four Confucian saints, and I've only seen one true immortal, Zhang Jiao. It's hard to judge." Qingxuzi shook his head.
How can such a big guy know who is stronger?

They all exist only in legends.

There are only four Confucian saints. Among them, only Confucius was revered as a saint during his lifetime, while the others were honored as such by later generations.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Shan lowered his head in thought. Yan Hui's sudden action disrupted his re-planned plan.

"Let's take a look first. Also, ask the Information Department to prepare the video and post about the First Emperor's return, and be ready to launch them at any time!" Jiang Shan said to his assistant.

If there is really no other way, he can only carry out the plan of tracing his ancestors!
What does it mean to trace one’s ancestry?

To put it simply, it's licking!
Directly take sides and announce joining Daqin.

Even if heaven and earth will bring down some punishment, that will be a matter for the future.

If our ancestors can’t even get past this hurdle, what’s the point of thinking about the future?

After giving the order, everyone stared at the surveillance screen intently and did not notice that a dark shadow had sneaked past the guards and entered the Qin Shi Huang's underground palace.

On the streets of Anshi, Ying Zheng and Yan Hui were walking in the marketplace.

Just like two ordinary people taking a walk.

This directly confused many senior officials of Mount Li.

No? What's going on!
Wasn’t Yan Zi, the Resurrected Saint, resurrected by the will of heaven and earth?
Didn’t he come here to suppress Ying Zheng?

These two people were chatting and laughing like good friends?
what's the situation? !

On the street, Yan Hui looked at the city scenery and sighed: "In two thousand years, the world has changed so much."

"But the world is no longer what it used to be." Yan Hui shook his head.

"Sir, you are determined to join our Great Qin regardless of the will of heaven. Are you disappointed with this world?" Ying Zheng spoke up. He had not yet agreed to Yan Hui's request.

This Confucian saint has a high status and great luck.

But because of this, even if he was unwilling to obey, he did not have to join the Qin Dynasty and could still live a free and easy life.

There is no reason to take the initiative to join the Qin army.

"With Haoran gone, this world has become really disappointing... full of weirdness, haha."

"If it were back then, we Confucian students would have read aloud every day and scared away these evil spirits!" Yan Hui shook his head.

Among the three religions, only Confucianism has fallen into such decline.

If there is no Confucian saint with great literary talent in this world, the world will not be as majestic as it used to be.

"In the past, my teacher Confucius, in his sixtieth year, traveled the world with many disciples to educate people and spread the spirit of righteousness."

"I have three thousand disciples, seventy-two of whom can be called sages."

"Everyone thinks this journey is easy. I have seventy-two great scholars accompanying me, and my teacher is a saint. How difficult can it be?"

"This journey of wandering was given a nice and relaxing name by the world: traveling around the world!"

A trace of reminiscence showed on Yan Hui's face. No one knew how difficult it was for Confucius during that period.

What great sacrifices have been made to preach the gospel and spread the greatness of the world.

If Confucius had not been born, the world would have been in darkness forever.

This sentence is the highest evaluation of Confucius' life.
"Master, along with many of my fellow disciples, worked so hard to teach Haoran that the world would use him, but he was not pleased. Until now, all Confucianism has been destroyed."

"Since I am a Confucian saint, I should shoulder my responsibilities, make the world great, and create a new heaven and earth!" Yan Hui said in a firm voice.

Even if Confucian students cultivate a noble spirit in their hearts, they will still grow old, get sick and die. In fact, the sooner they cultivate it, the sooner they will die!
Among the three religions, only Confucianism has many people with extraordinary talent, but many of them die young.

Unlike Taoism and Buddhism, which can allow people to live forever for thousands of years.

The world needs Haoran, but it does not need people who have cultivated Haoran.

For someone like Yan Hui, what does it matter even if he is honored as a saint?
At the age of 29, he had achieved great success, but his hair turned white overnight and he died in front of Fangshan Mountain in the east of Lu City at the age of 30!
Ying Zheng looked at Yan Hui, who answered directly, and asked: "Sir, I believe you also know that heaven and earth cannot tolerate the Qin Dynasty."

"So, you still want to join our Great Qin?"

"Of course!" Yan Hui nodded.

"The heaven and earth cannot tolerate me, Haoran!" Ying Zheng smiled. The heaven and earth had never thought that Confucianism would be so disappointed with the world.

A Confucian saint, disdainful of destiny, turned around and devoted himself to his Great Qin.

"Aren't you afraid that I will cause the world to lose peace?" Ying Zheng said.

"I know your majesty, what you want is the prosperity of the Qin Dynasty, not a cemetery!"

"Yan Hui, I am willing to help Your Majesty create a new world and build a great world!"

Yan Hui bowed his head. He did not come here on impulse.

Before this, he played chess with himself and envisioned countless paths to open up a vast world for his Confucianism.

But only by entering Qin can this path have the possibility of success!

Ying Zheng has already taken the first step, and Yan Hui must also make his own choice at this time.

It is easy to provide help in times of need, but it is difficult to add icing on the cake.

"Haoran Tianxia?" Ying Zheng smiled.

This resurrected saint has a great ambition.

What is a vast world?

A hundred schools of thought contend, each pursuing its own path.

The word "Confucianism" surpasses all other avenues and is the most respected in the world.

This world can be named Haoran.

A world ruled by scholars.

"You want me to promote Confucianism alone?" Ying Zheng looked at the Confucian saint. What he wanted was a prosperous Qin Dynasty with a hundred schools of thought contending and all living beings clamoring.

"It is not that Your Majesty wants to promote Confucianism alone. In an era of great contention, it is only a matter of contention that will see the capable rise to the top and the mediocre fall to the bottom."

"We are Confucians with lofty ideals and have the confidence to dismiss all other schools of thought!" Yan Hui said confidently.

For thousands of years, hundreds of schools of thought have contended with each other, but only Confucianism has left a deep mark in every generation of history.

"Your Majesty also needs a teacher to manage the world."

Among the three religions, only Confucianism is the best at bringing peace to the world!

Looking at Yan Hui in front of him, Ying Zheng never expected that he would pick up a Confucian saint during his trip.

He was not worried about whether Yan Hui had any other thoughts.

None of that matters!
As long as Ying Zheng is still alive, who in the world can't suppress him?

He is the first emperor and should rule over all people in the world!

It's just Confucianism. What he wants is a hundred schools of thought. If he can't even suppress one Confucian, how can he talk about a prosperous world?

"If you wish, sir, you can be the prime minister of the Great Qin!" Ying Zheng waved his hand without any special ceremony.

His words are as golden as destiny.

In the past, the sage Confucius also served as prime minister in the State of Lu.

Today, his chief disciple, the sage Yan Zi, entered the Qin Dynasty to serve as prime minister!
"Confucian Yan Hui pays respect to Your Majesty!"

This time, Yan Hui performed the etiquette between the monarch and his subjects!
This immediately shocked everyone in Lishan who were watching this place.

WHAT DID THEY SEE!!!?

Yan Zi, the sage of restoration, treated the First Emperor with the courtesy of a monarch and his subjects? !

Are you kidding me? You promised to return and suppress Zulong.

This……

Jiang Shan and his group were all silent.

After a long while, Jiang Shan said, "Let the Information Department send out all the prepared materials!"

"I'll go ask for instructions!"

"The plan has changed. The ancestral recognition has begun!"

……

At this time, Anshi.

The heaven and earth shook again, thunder roared, and huge and boundless calamity clouds gathered above Yan Huitou's head.

Do you really think he has no temper?
If I can't kill Ying Zheng, I can't kill you Yan Hui either!
The Confucian saint, Yan Zi, is very awesome, but heaven and earth are above all things!
I can bring you back, and I can also send you back!

The gathering of thunderclouds was even more terrifying than the time when Ying Zheng was taken out of his coffin outside the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor.

The entire Dragon Kingdom fell into the end of the world.

On this day, Yan Zi, the sage of Confucianism, entered the officialdom of the Qin Dynasty!
Wrath of God!
(End of this chapter)